Obedient to this ache, I rose
To the kitchen, I did sail
Ice cream, pretzals, pbj
All to no avail
I could not find the special food
That I did so yearn for
But then I turned to the cab'net
And knelt down on the floor
I trudged through boxes, cans, and bags
Growing eager nonetheless
Dreaming of the moment I'd find it
It's metal suit caress
The songs of angels filled my head
At last I found one can
My fingers tightly clenched my prize
God of Non-Meats...my SPAM!